Oct 02, 2012 00:23
Aphrodite was not enjoying this. This was cruel and unusual punishment and she was sure that Hera was behind this because this was the sort of punishment her cow-face of a mother would dream up. She spent the early part of the day throwing a tantrum in her temple. While she couldn't yell, vases and other breakable objects made up for the lack of sound. By the afternoon, Aphrodite had tired of that and went out looking for something to make her feel better.
Aphrodite ended up at the beach.
She was lying on a clam-shaped lounge in the sand, clad in a skimpy pink bikini. Even though she looked incredibly relaxed, she was still sulking, her pout seeming to never completely disappear.
aphrodite,
faramir,
beach